No motivation.

Thoughts that aren’t my own.

Visual hallucinations.

No one can know.

I am symptomatic.

Here, take a few pills to help calm you down.

Lay in bed all day and wait for something better to come around.

Boredom.

Emptiness.

Apathy I know so well.

What if my meds stop working?

What’s next?

The meds control my mind better than myself.

Control. Control. Control.

It’s all about control.

But, no one’s awake except me.

Jesus<3MGP

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